He was a blue-eyed giant,He loved a miniature woman.The woman's dream was of a miniature house with a garden where honeysuckle grows in a riot of colours that sort of house.

The giant loved like a giant,and his hands were used to such big things that the giant could notmake the building, could not knock on the doorof the garden where the honeysuckle grows in a riot of colours at that house.

He was a blue-eyed giant,He loved a miniature woman,a mini miniature woman.The woman was hungry for comfort and tired of the giant's long strides.And bye bye off she went to the embraces of a rich dwarfwith a garden where the honeysuckle grows in a riot of colours that sort of house.

Now the blue-eyed giant realizes,a giant isn't even a graveyard for love:in the garden where the honeysuckle grows in a riot of colours that sort of house...﻿